The Things That Dreams Are Made Of ….. #HumanLeague

They are all basically the same message just for different times, people have always been aware that their time on this earth is limited and they have to make the most of it.

I have this theory … a belief .. that there’s no point in being here unless we function as we want to and when we can no longer function times up.

But when is that point of non-functionality reached?

The big book of Christianity says that we have 3 score years + ten, that’s seventy years to you and me.

A pretty good average, unless your life is cut short through illness or some other tragedy.

But who wants to live until your 70 and realise that it’s too late to do all the things that you want to do?

You see, my theory is life is only good while we are capable of living and doing all the things that we did when we were at our peaks.

As soon as we pass our peaks, then it’s a slippery slope with no return until eventually you slip off the edge.

Fuck that.

So where’s the cut off point?

When do you know that the point of no-return has passed?

I have a simple measure .. nothing complicated and you either pass the test or you don’t

And if you don’t your basically fucked .. start making arrangements.

This morning, I parked at the train station car park, about 250 yards from the platform just as the train arrived.

Feck .. I thought .. if I miss this its 20 minutes waiting on the next one and I want an early shoot home today.

So I sprinted, passed a few saunterers along the way and jumped on the train as the doors closed.

I stood there breathless, but smiling, getting looks from the other passengers but feeling alive.

That’s my measure of general fitness, when I can’t run for the train, my capabilities have gone ..,

Expand that a little .. I’ll not be able to have sex the way I do, then I’m really really fucked.

Then I’m not the guy that I have always been.

Game over.

But until that day .. live every day as if it’s your last .. do all the things you want to do, dance, travel, see the world, enjoy life and don’t give a fuck about money, it won’t matter when you’re old or dead.

Today is my son’s birthday, 25 years ago he was a skint rabbit in an incubator in a hospital ward, now he’s 6 foot 2 and making his own way in life.